There was a time when my education in images came not from galleries but from the world around me: from the very beginning, it was the photographs I scanned through in family albums, the magazines left open on our living room tables, the posters of braided and sculpted hair that lined salon walls that I visited right before school resumed to get ready for a new term. Those were my first visual classrooms, filled with faces and textures that shaped how I came to understand beauty, form, and belonging.
Metamorphosis draws from that memory, from the way images live inside us long after we have stopped looking. It speaks to how style becomes story, how each gesture, each fold, each braid carries a lineage. Hairstyles have always moved through time like language, passed down, reinvented, returned to, expanded. A shared archive of touch and invention.
Hair, for me, is not only an adornment but a living thread: a site of memory, of identity, of transformation. The act of styling, of parting, of twisting and shaping, becomes a conversation between generations, one that never truly ends, only changes form.
This photograph is a meditation on that continuous transformation, the cycle of seeing and becoming, of remembering and remaking. It holds within it the persistence of beauty, the never-ending cycles of creation, and the ever-renewing language of self-expression that travels through us all.
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